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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.