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 Burundi 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.