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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.