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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.