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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
The Evens,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.