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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.