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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.