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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.