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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.