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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.