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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.