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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
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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.