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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.