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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.