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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.