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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Q65,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.