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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.