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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Gories,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.