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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.