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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.