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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.