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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.