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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.