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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
MDC,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.