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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.