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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
10cc,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.