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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.