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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.