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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.