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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Wings,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.