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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.