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 France 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.