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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.