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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.