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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
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.