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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.