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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.