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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.