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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.