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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.