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 Spain and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.