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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Swans,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.