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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.