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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.