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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.