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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Wire,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.