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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.