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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.