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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.