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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.