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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Pole,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.