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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.