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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.