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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.