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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Index,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.