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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.