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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.