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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.