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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Zapp,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.