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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.