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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.