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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.