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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.