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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
the Association,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.