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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.