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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
JFA,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.