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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.