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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.