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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.