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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.