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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.