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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Index,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.