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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.