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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.