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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.