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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.