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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Magma,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.