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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.