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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.