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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.