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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.