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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.