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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.