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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Scion,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.