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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.