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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.