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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.