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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.