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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.