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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.