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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.