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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.