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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.