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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Fear,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.