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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.