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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.