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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.