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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.