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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Ludus,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.