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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.