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 St Lucia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.