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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
New Order,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.