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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.