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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
PIL,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.