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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.