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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Q65,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.