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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.