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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.