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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.