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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Brick,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.