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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.