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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.