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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.