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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.