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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.