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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Television,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.