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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.