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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.