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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.