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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.