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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.