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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Aswad,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
JFA,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.