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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Motorama,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Can,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.