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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.