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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.