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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.