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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.