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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.