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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.