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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
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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.