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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Names,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
MDC,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Searchers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.