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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Nico,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.