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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.