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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.