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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.