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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.