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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.