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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Skarface,
EPMD,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Scion,
X-101,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.