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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.