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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Cure,
UT,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.