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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.