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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.