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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.