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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.