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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.