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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.