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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.