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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.