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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.