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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.