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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.