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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.