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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Franke,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.