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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.