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 France 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Index,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.