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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Make Up,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.