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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.