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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.