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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.