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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.