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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.