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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Can,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.