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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.