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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.