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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.