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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.