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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.