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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.