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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.