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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.