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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.