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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Roxette,
PIL,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.