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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.