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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Ronan,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.