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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.