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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.