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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.