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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Wings,
Index,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.