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 Panama 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.