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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.