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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.