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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Index,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.