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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.