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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.