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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.