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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.