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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
AZ,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.