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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.