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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Technova,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.