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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Wire,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.