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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.