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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.