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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.