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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
UT,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.