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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Swans to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.