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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.