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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.