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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.