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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.