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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.