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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.