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 United States and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.