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 Germany 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.