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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.