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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.