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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.