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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.