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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.