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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.