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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.