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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.