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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.