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 India and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.