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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.