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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Index to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Crime,
Main Source,
CMW,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.