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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.