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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.