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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.