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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.