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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.