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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.