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 United States and from Delhi.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.