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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.