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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
MDC,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Can,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.