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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Technova to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.