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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.