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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Can,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.