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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Josef K,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.