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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.