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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.