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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.