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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.