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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.