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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.