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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.