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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.