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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.