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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Index,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.