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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.