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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.