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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.