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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.