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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.