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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.