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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.