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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Interpol,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.