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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.