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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.