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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.