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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.