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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.