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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.