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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.