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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.