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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.