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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.