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 the UAE 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.