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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.