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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.