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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.