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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.