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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.