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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Magma,
Visage,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.