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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.