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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Brick,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.