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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.