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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.