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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Television,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.