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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.