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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.