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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.