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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
MDC,
the Swans,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.