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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Q65,
The Motions,
Faust,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.