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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pagans,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.