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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.