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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.