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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
ABC,
CMW,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.