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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.