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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.