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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.