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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.