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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Sparks,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.