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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Gong,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.