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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.