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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.