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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.