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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Franke 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
JFA,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.