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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.