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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.