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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.