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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.