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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Gories,
cv313,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.