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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pagans to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.