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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.