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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.