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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.