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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.