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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.