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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.