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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.