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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
the Association,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.