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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Niagra,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.