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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.