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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.