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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Magma,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Index,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.