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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends 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?
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.