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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Hashim,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Scrapy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.