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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.