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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.