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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Motorama to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.