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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.