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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
New Order,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.