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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Wire,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.