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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.