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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.