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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Whodini 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.