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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
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.