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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.