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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sound to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.