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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.