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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.