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 Paris.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.