Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.