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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.