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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.