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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.