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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Moebius,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.