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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.