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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.