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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.