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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.