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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Visage,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.