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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.