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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.