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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.