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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.