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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Wire,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.