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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.