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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.