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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.