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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.