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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.