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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.