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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.