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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Fear,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.