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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.