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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.