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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.