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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.