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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
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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.