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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.