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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.