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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.