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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Hoover,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.