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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.