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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.