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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.