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 Angola and from Portland.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Nico,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
the Slits,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.