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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.