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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Organ,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
10cc,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.