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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.