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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.