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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Quantec,
Television,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.