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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.