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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.