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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.