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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Organ,
The Motions,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.