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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.