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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.