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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.