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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.