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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.