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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
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.