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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Organ,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.