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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
MC5,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.