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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.