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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.