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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.