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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.