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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.