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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.