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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.