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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Organ,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
JFA,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.