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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.