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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.