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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.