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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.