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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Crime,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.