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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.