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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
John Holt,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.