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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.