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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.