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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.