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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.