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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.