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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Television,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Nico,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.