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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.