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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.