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 India and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.