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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Quadrant 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.