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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.