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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.