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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.