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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Q65,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.