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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.