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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.