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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.