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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.