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 France 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.