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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
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Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.