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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Excepter,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.