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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.