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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.