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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.