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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Index,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.