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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.