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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.