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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.