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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.