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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.