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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.