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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.