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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.