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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.