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 Haiti and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Organ,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.