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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.