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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
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.