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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.