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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.