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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.