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 India and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.