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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.