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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.