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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
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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.