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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.