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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.