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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Scion,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.