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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.