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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.