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 Cameroon 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.