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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
10cc,
Skarface,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.