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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.