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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
New Order,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.