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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.