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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.