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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.