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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.