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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
cv313,
World's Most,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.