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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.