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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.