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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.