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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.