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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.