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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.