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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.