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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.