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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.