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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.