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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Names,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.