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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.