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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Index,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.