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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
DNA,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.