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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.