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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.