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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Can,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.