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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.