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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.