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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.