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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
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.