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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.