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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.