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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Mars,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.