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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.