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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Fear,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.