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 London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.