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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.