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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.