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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.