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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.