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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.