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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.