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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.