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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.