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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.