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 India and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Cymande,
Faust,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.