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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.