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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.