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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.