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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.