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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.