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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Fear,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.