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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.