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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.