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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.