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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.