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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.