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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.