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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.