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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Can,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.