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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.