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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
ABC,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.