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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.