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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.