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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.