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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ronan 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.