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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.