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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Scion,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.