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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Can,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.