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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
MDC,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
UT,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Associates,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.