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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.