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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
China Crisis,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.