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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.